Tooth update
My ex managed to pick a dentist that was by a miracle the most inconvienent for me, her and her new husband. Not sure if that was by design, luck or sheer stupidity.
Anyway, I was driving there as fast as I could, and could tell I was going to be somewhere between 3 and 5 miutes late. My ex calls and says "Where are you? They're starting early." I said "They weren't supposed to start until 10:30. I'm on my way. Tell them to wait." She said "They can't wait."
I got there, and ran into the building (after a 90 mph tear through Cary. I'm sure those red-light cameras weren't fast enough to catch me) and she was standing in the lobby of the medical office building. She wasn't in the office. She said "It's over here. But wait. I've got to tell you. Alex is screaming so bad, I can hear him out here, so I'm going to sit in the car."
I started to go in, and she said "Wait. He's back in the back." As if I couldn't just follow the screams, across the office, behind the closed office door, behind the closed examining room door.
I got in there as soon as I could and what I saw was nothing short of a nightmare. He was being held down by three adults, his step-father included. He was screaming and trying to kick. He was in complete meltdown.
I tried to calm him down. I tried to talk to him. I tried to help him. I couldn't do anything. He wouldn't respond to me at all. He was just trying to get away, and nothing and nobody could make it better. Later, he said he wanted to run away to the north pole, and if Santa or polar bears invaded, he'd kill them.
At some point, they finished injecting him with novacaine and I had them let him up and I held him for a bit. He punched me in the face.
I can't help but feel that if I'd been able to be there when it was starting, (I was working from home and trying to finish some deadline stuff before my boss needed it, so I was running 2-3 minutes late) I might have been able to calm him down. Now, he's apparently deathly afraid of dentists.
I feel guilty, angry, sad, hurt and emotionally drained.
Paul
Anyway, I was driving there as fast as I could, and could tell I was going to be somewhere between 3 and 5 miutes late. My ex calls and says "Where are you? They're starting early." I said "They weren't supposed to start until 10:30. I'm on my way. Tell them to wait." She said "They can't wait."
I got there, and ran into the building (after a 90 mph tear through Cary. I'm sure those red-light cameras weren't fast enough to catch me) and she was standing in the lobby of the medical office building. She wasn't in the office. She said "It's over here. But wait. I've got to tell you. Alex is screaming so bad, I can hear him out here, so I'm going to sit in the car."
I started to go in, and she said "Wait. He's back in the back." As if I couldn't just follow the screams, across the office, behind the closed office door, behind the closed examining room door.
I got in there as soon as I could and what I saw was nothing short of a nightmare. He was being held down by three adults, his step-father included. He was screaming and trying to kick. He was in complete meltdown.
I tried to calm him down. I tried to talk to him. I tried to help him. I couldn't do anything. He wouldn't respond to me at all. He was just trying to get away, and nothing and nobody could make it better. Later, he said he wanted to run away to the north pole, and if Santa or polar bears invaded, he'd kill them.
At some point, they finished injecting him with novacaine and I had them let him up and I held him for a bit. He punched me in the face.
I can't help but feel that if I'd been able to be there when it was starting, (I was working from home and trying to finish some deadline stuff before my boss needed it, so I was running 2-3 minutes late) I might have been able to calm him down. Now, he's apparently deathly afraid of dentists.
I feel guilty, angry, sad, hurt and emotionally drained.
Paul